Page 30 of Beautiful Trauma

“Deliriously so,” I said before crashing my lips against his for a hot, searing kiss. Henry moaned into my mouth and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling me closer so his dick was pressed firmly between our abdomens. It still wasn’t enough. Need and lust clawed at my guts as our teeth gnashed and our tongues stroked. Henry began rutting desperately against my stomach, too far gone to care how he got off as long as it involved me. I broke the kiss and stepped away from him while I still had a shred of propriety left. “I can no longer deny what’s going to happen between us, but it can’t happen here.” As if to prove my point, voices echoed in the hallway outside my door. I recognized them as students in Henry’s class.

“You can’t leave me like this,” Henry said desperately. He looked down at my polo shirt he’d rucked up; half of the shirt had pulled loose from the waistband of my dress pants. “You definitely can’t go in there with that.” He gestured toward my waist, and I assumed he meant my raging hard-on, but he was talking about the huge wet spot from his pre-cum on the front of my shirt.

“Definitely not,” I agreed. “It’s a good thing I keep a spare shirt in the closet in case of an emergency.”

Henry looked over my head, and I knew he was looking at the clock. “We have ten minutes before class. You either put me out of my misery in your office, or I’m going to jack off in a bathroom stall. What’s it going to be? Do you want to look at my blissed-out face in class knowing you put the look there, or do you want to see it and regret you weren’t part of it?”

The image of Henry jacking off while thinking of me was so fucking hot, but not in a bathroom stall where someone might hear him grunt and come. The alternative wasn’t feasible either. I couldn’t risk one of his classmates overhearing him grunting and coming in my office. The solution came to me, and I pulled my polo shirt the rest of the way free from my pants and tugged it over my head then draped it over the arm of the chair I’d vacated.

I gripped his wrist then pressed my mouth to his ear. “Pull your shirt off, turn around, bend over my desk and present that sweet ass to me. Bite down on your shirt. If I hear one muffled sound escaping from your mouth, I’ll deny us both what we need. Am I clear?”

Henry swallowed hard and nodded. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before he tugged his shirt off and got into the position I demanded. If we’d had more time, I would’ve offered him a sweet reward for following instructions and dropped to my knees to rim his pucker until he writhed, his body silently begged for more. Instead, I pulled a condom and packet of lube from my wallet and tossed them on my desk where he could see them and know what was about to happen. Henry rewarded me with a hard but silent shiver.

I unbuckled my belt then unfastened and unzipped my pants. After shoving my pants and briefs to mid-thigh, I opened and rolled the condom down my erection. Henry’s need for me vibrated through his body, and I knew a ten-minute fuck wouldn’t be enough for either of us. It was the hand we were dealt at the moment, and I wasn’t going to waste another minute without feeling Henry’s tight heat clamping around my cock.

I tore open the corner on the lube packet and squeezed a generous amount on two fingers. Goose bumps broke out all over Henry’s beautiful body when I pressed the slickened fingers against his pucker. I knew it was partly due to the cool lube, but most of it was from anticipation of having me inside him again. Normally, I’d draw out teasing him, but time wasn’t my friend. I worked him open with one finger then two. Henry’s hole was even tighter than I remembered, and I wished for something to bite down on, too, so my moaning and grunting didn’t give us away.

Henry thrust his hips back, fucking himself on my finger and silently telling me he was ready. I smeared the rest of the lube down my latex-covered shaft then pressed my dick against his pucker. Henry bore down and pushed back, sucking the fat head into his tight heat. I gripped his hips tightly, urging him to slow down. I knew he wanted me to ride his ass hard, but we didn’t have the luxury, because people would hear our bodies slapping together. I needed stealth and precision.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, I pushed fully inside Henry’s tight heat.Divine.There was no other word to describe how the connection felt. I carefully pulled out, allowing him time to adjust to the burning stretch and fullness. When only the head of my dick remained inside him, I whispered, “Hold on, sweet Henry.” I pushed back in, aiming straight for his prostate.

Henry stiffened and jerked but didn’t let out a peep, which only made me hotter and hornier. I wanted to push him past all his limits, but it would need to wait until we were alone in my home. The thought should’ve startled me, but it felt right, and I didn’t have time to question my decision. I kept a steady pace of stroking in and out, making sure to peg him perfectly every time. It only took a few passes before Henry began shaking all over. I shifted my hand from his hip to his cock, letting him fuck my fist while I fucked his ass. Lust built inside me; a dark and sensuous beast whispered that fucking Henry was too much and not enough at the same time. He could be my redeemer or my downfall.

Henry’s hole squeezed my cock and his dick pulsed in my hand as his release splattered over it and his essence filled the air. Gritting my teeth to keep from shouting, I thrust forward once more, driving Henry up onto his toes, and filled the condom. I leaned forward, covering his back with my chest and wrapping my arms around him, loving the feel of our hot, sweaty flesh pressing together.

“I’m not finished with you, Henry. Not by a long shot.” My darkly whispered words elicited a shiver from him. I loosened my arms from around him then gingerly pulled my softening dick from his ass. My brain was already shifting to hiding the evidence of what happened so we could get on with class and the rest of our evening. I pulled tissues from the box and cleaned Henry’s spunk from my hand when what I really wanted was to make him lick it off.Next time.I removed the condom, tied it in a knot, and wrapped it in more tissues before tossing it in the trash can. “Use my shirt to clean up,” I instructed. “Toss it in the closet when you’re done.”

Henry rose to his full height and turned to face me while using my favorite light blue polo to wipe his cum off his cock and pubic hair before wiping off the spurts that had landed on my desk. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, looking and sounding worried. I wanted to see him with his face flushed with pleasure, not doubt.

“No, but this can’t happen here again,” I replied, tugging my pants and briefs back into place. I reached for my wallet again, but this time I pulled out a card with a barcode on it. “Do you remember where I live?” Henry nodded. “Are you driving Jessie’s car?”

“Yes, she left for a short tour a few nights ago.”

I offered the card to him, and he accepted it. “This is a pass to get into the parking garage.” I pointed to the bold back numbers on the top. “This number is the assigned spot for my guest. I want you to go directly home after class, pack a bag, and come to my apartment. You don’t need to stop for anything to eat; I’ll take care of that.”

Henry traced his fingers over the parking slot number. “Ezra, are you sure?”

“I’m positive. Oh, and make sure you leave the card on your dashboard so it’s easily visible when the building security passes through the garage and spots a car they haven’t seen before. They would call up to my apartment and interrupt us, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” I glanced at the clock and saw I was out of time. “I want you to stay in here a few minutes to gather yourself before you come to class. Your face is giving away your every emotion.”

“Yeah? What am I feeling?” Henry challenged.

“Hope. Fear. Hunger, and not just for the Twix bar you had to abandon. Am I right?” Henry nodded. “Then I need you to stay in here until you have yourself under control. Think of your meditation techniques and maybe put your dick away.”

“Shit,” Henry whispered like he’d forgotten his shorts were down around his knees. “I see what you mean.”

“I’m going to grab my clean shirt and get out of here. You follow when you’re ready, and I will dock you for being late because of this stunt.” Henry’s mouth fell open in a silent protest, but I diverted him with a soft kiss on his mouth. “You’ll come over tonight so we can talk.”

“Talk? I need an overnight bag for talking?”

I crossed to the closet door and pulled it open. I took the navy blue polo off the hanger and pulled it over my head. “First, we’re going to use our words to come up with an understanding of what’s going to happen between us. Then we’re going to use our bodies to communicate until we’ve worked a month’s worth of frustrations out of our system.” I tucked the shirt in my waistband and fastened my belt. Facing the mirror, I ran a hand through my hair and made sure there were no outward signs I’d just emptied my balls inside one of my students. Crude? Yes, but that’s how the school administration would view what happened with Henry. They wouldn’t understand and would reduce what we shared to basic human biology. It was so much more than that though. The last thought rocked me hard, but I just couldn’t seem to find a fuck to give at the moment.

Satisfied I looked okay, I turned to face Henry once more. “Don’t be too late, or I’ll have too much time to think of punishments.”

Henry pointed to his dick that hadn’t fully returned to its slumbering state. “You’re not helping, Ezra. I seem to have no control when it comes to you.”

I smiled devilishly.Let’s keep it that way.“See you in class.”

I needed it to be the quickest ninety minutes of my life.